My Time With Rammstein (On Hold)

My Time With Rammstein

. Chapter 1 – The Interview

Mikaila walked through the glass double doors, into a waiting room patterned with dull gray chairs, a few dark end tables, and a receptionist's desk with a vase of flowers placed on one side. Behind the desk was an older woman with blonde, graying hair pulled back in a neat bun. Mikaila started across the room to the woman, the few other people in the room barely taking notice of her. Her dark brown hair was down and straightened though the ends and layers were flipped out slightly just enough to show they were there. While her bangs were swept to either side of her face, Showing her big brown eyes and slightly pouty lips. She was wearing a gray dress suit, the kind the female spies in the films wear, Being a taller girl around 5'9" she wasn't skinny, but she wasn't large, simply curved in all the right places.

As Mikaila approached the desk, the older woman looked up and greeted her with a warm smile,

"Wie kann ich Ihnen helfen?" She asked.

"What is she saying? Oh wait I know this one... how can I help you, right? Well I hope so, how should I answer." Mikaila thought to herself, trying to decide quickly so this woman didn't think her to be stupid.

"Er, sprechen sie Englisch?" she replied slowly, not completely sure she was saying it right.

"Of course," the woman replied in a thick German accent with a genuine smile on her face.

"Oh good," Mikaila said in relief, "I'm here for an interview for a housekeeper and personal chef position, am I in the right place?"

The woman smiled and nodded her head, gave Mikaila directions to an office and sent her on her way. She walked nervously down the hall, it had gray wallpaper and the only thing bright about it was every now and then it had a small table with a vase of tulips. Finally arriving at her destination, Mikaila nervously knocked on the office door labeled 'Regisseur'. 

A tall spindly woman answered the door, stepping back with the door allowing room for Mikaila to step past into the room.

"Willkommen," The woman said nodding in greeting at Mikaila as she closed the door and went around to the opposite side of the large desk. The room was gray, same as the hallway, but this room was much more decorative. There were bright lamps with burgundy shades in the corners of the room across from the door. A fancy family portrait was framed on one wall just behind the desk and a tapestry hung next to the door. Bookshelves lined the sidewalls filled with intriguing titles written on the spines.

"Danke," Mikaila replied as she sat in one of the big burgundy chairs in front of the desk, returning the nod.

"Sie sind fur den Posten als personliche Kochin hier, richtig?" the woman asked as she took her place behind the desk in the black office chair.  Mikaila froze, she had no idea what she just said. 'Think, think, crap what does the mean,' she thought. She began discreetly chewing her bottom lip in thought.

"Vous etes ici pour la position correcte chef personnel?" she asked in French this time.

'Crap crap crap, what is she saying? Think Mikaila think!' Mikaila began panicking.

The woman (whom she gathered her last name to be Wasserstein via the nameplate on the desk) gave her a strange look then chuckled.

"You're here for the personal chef position correct?," she translated with a slight smile.

"oh, yes that's right," Mikaila stuttered taking a breath in relief,

"Oh good, do you have your paperwork on hand?" the woman asked.

"Yes right here," she started as she handed the woman her papers, "I was told it was also a housekeeping position as well?" she asked.

" Ah yes, that is correct, quite interesting position actually," Ms. Wasserstein answered as she began searching through the paperwork on her desk.